Bowie tried to save us.

I’m officially convinced that it was, in fact, David Bowie that was keeping all of the goodness in the world. He took all of the bad and evil in the world and channeled it all to good and happy and wonder and curiosity. And that’s why he was amazing.

See, for decades Bowie was able to take all of the evil and negative, absorb it, and turn it into, well…

Yeah, all of that and so much more.

I believe that he tried his very hardest to do his best for human kind. He absorbed what he bad and hate that he could. But there was clearly too much. And it turned to cancer. He couldn’t control it anymore. And, yeah.

I mean, look at the world since he passed. I don’t understand w. I’m not saying that Bowie was the last string holding shit together, I’m just saying. We have lost his amazing glow.

We lost his beautiful metaphors and story telling about saving the world. His many lyrical warnings and worries, that he refused to explain (See: Valentine’s Day). Many times he tried to tell us that he had come here to save worlds and make things okay again (All the Young Dudes, StarMan, all of The Man Who Fell to Earth), but the world just wouldn’t let him. He did everything he could to soak up the negativity and replace it with wonder.

We failed Bowie. And now we have to suffer the consequences. For not respecting all that Bowie did for us, that beautiful orange-haired space man was taken back to where ever he came from. We are left with some other sort of orange-faced, hate-filled monster…It won’t end well.